Firefly Ravine the rabbit hole never to be found

Over time Atomsk had come to learn that the months of green warmth and beatific natality— when he could most afford to be sedate and impartial— signified to him the best time to wedge himself into the ranks of others. The harsher seasons promised a different wolf entirely; and the longer he had to acclimate, the less offended his mates would be later on when he became savage. He was disappointed to hear there was no certainty ahead, only behind him, but there was just a flick of his ear to indicate a faint annoyance. It was a topic dispelled briefly as the vagabond offered his own company.

"That suits me fine," the hound perked up, turning so that they might take off at one another's side. "I'm not much for sand, though, so we'll part ways if it comes to that," he added noncommittally. "I'm called Atomsk."